The Finder - Sex Stories

The Finder

... clients frankly don't need this headache or the extra money for that matter, they are currently in Bermuda where they intend to stay. They have kindly had a complete and thorough survey done which will be made available when a non refundable deposit of ten percent is deposited into my client account but I can assure you that the only negative on the report is a few broken roof tiles and leaking plumbing in the tack room. You can be assured of this, I am a gentleman and my word is my bond. Furthermore David here kindly let you in the door first and I am aware that he also has other interested parties."

He looked over to me and I nodded my assent, the assault continued.

"All things considered you are a very lucky man to have the privilege of being offered this wonderful country house first, you may have the property for 3.2 million, right here, right now, all I need is your signature here." He pointed at a blank space on the paperwork with the nib of his gold Dunhill.

"I'll offer three." Came the curt response.

Crispin, rose to his feet and began to gather the paperwork. "Will you show the delightful couple to the door please David, I think we are done here for today."

If looks could kill his wife could have taken his head clean off from 100 yards, he really didn't know who he was dealing with, he threw his hands in the air and with an exasperated sigh mumbled something incoherent.

"Sorry did you address me sir?" Crispin's retort so dripping with contempt in ...

... my minds eye it formed a small puddle on the floor.

"Ok, ok, where do I sign" he mumbled, Camilla squealed and clapped like a circus seal, the deal was done.

We both stood at the threshold waving them goodbye and as the vulgar Range Rover finally disappeared behind the tall Privet I looked at Crispin and asked "I thought you said it was three not three point two?" He turned smiling "Two hundred grand is the extra payment if you're an obnoxious twat."

He grinned, then that smile, then we both burst out laughing, it was as much as I could do to keep standing, he threw his arms around me to steady my convulsing body, our faces were inches away from each other's and the laughter suddenly stopped, I felt his heart beating in his chest but mine was racing.

He coolly walked over to a marble console table, withdrew the gold pen and Coutts checkbook and began to write, with a flourish he signed the cheque and held out his hand.

"So, decisions decisions I suppose, take the thirty two grand and run........or we go back to that beautiful master bedroom and you get to see another pay day." He came closer until I could feel his warm breath on my cheek. "You have nothing to fear by the way, I can assure you that any pain will be inflicted on yours truly."

Pain? He hadn't mentioned anything remotely associated with physical violence, I began to get worried where this was leading.

"I have an idea" he murmured, "I'll go upstairs and prepare, give me ten minutes, if you're ...